Green summer chap1

It had to have been 3 years ago. I remember the warm rays of summer sunlight grazing the top of my head. She was 17, alive and vibrant. It was almost a privilege to watch her move. 17 and independent. I was 22, disenchanted and bitter. Walking along the beach sucking on a roach and pondering what to do next. I had moved out into my own apartment with a girl who was supposed to be my wife. Not even 3 months into the lease I came home to her blowing the 19 year old neighbor. Needless to say I was living alone, feeling alone, and generally alone, since I had moved across the goddamn state. I was in a worse mood for the fact the roach I was sucking on was all I had left, and not knowing anyone in the town, I would have to drive the 5 hours upstate to get more. I love my parents, but I love them from afar. I like to keep my visits brief and infrequent. If I where to drive up it would mean staying for the weekend, since I didn't have “work in the morning” as an excuse. I don't work. I just tell them I do because they worry about me getting stir crazy. I can live comfortably without a job for the next 10 years because I was hit by a bus. Yeah, gotta love that luck. Wasn't even in the road. The driver fell asleep at the wheel and came up onto the sidewalk. I take part time jobs here and there, but I wasn't worried then. I spent a lot of time on the beach, writing, walking, smoking. The beach near my apartment was not well known and generally never had anyone except a few teenagers now and again. The big tourist beaches where about 30 minutes away in the next county, so that may have also kept the small beach unknown. This day I was surprised to see a girl sitting close to the water, smoking what I assumed to be a cigar. Her blond hair was long and wavy. She was heavier, but it fit her. It was a colder day so she had on a brown baja and a long white skirt. On her head where these large, white and purple headphones. I got closer and smelled the familiar skunkey notes of my favorite plant. As I approached she looked up and hit the what I know realized was a blunt in her baja. She had the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. Sea green, clear and sharp. I gave her a small wave and she took her headphones off. “You don't have to worry” I said, holding up the almost spent roach between my thumb and forefinger, taking the last hit and dropping it in the sand. She smiled and pulled the full blunt from her front pocket. “You want to share it with me? It's lemon kush, nice and clean tasting.” She held the blunt out to me and I took it. I sat down next to her and lit it. She was right. It was a very clean, refreshing taste. I hadn't had good quality pot in a long time, since all my guy up north had was 30's. “You from around here” I asked her, passing the blunt. “Yeah. I live right up the street. I've seen you around town actually. I frequent the coffee shop up the street. Saw you there a few times.” She inhaled and closed her eyes, Her hand held the blunt for me to take. She looked like a statue, frozen, beautiful. I grabbed the blunt as she started to cough. Once she stopped she giggled a bit and smirked at me “Good stuff, right?” I nodded my head, holding in the potent smoke. I exhaled and looked at her “I don't usually examine the people around me. I don't know anyone here. I'm more of the loner type I guess. I miss my friends back home though. And the availability of pot back home” I laughed a bit wryly. I missed Adam and Dean. I also missed Deans home grow operation that made sure we never had to go without pot. Like I said before, they where 30's, but because we all put money and effort into the garden, it was free. What ever we didn't smoke we sold. Deans house was a haven. How many weekends where lost in a haze. “I didn't get your name” she said, exhaling smoke at the same time. “It's Liam.” I said, holding out my hand. She grinned and shook it, her grip was firm and very decisive. “I'm Molly. Sarcasm and marijuana expert (Though not really, I just know more than the average stoner). Good to meet you Liam.”. The blunt was almost cashed and I was pretty stoned. The sun was starting the set and it was getting colder. “Do you want to walk, or go somewhere? It's getting colder out and I have no jacket” I was rubbing my hands up and down my arms trying to warm them up. “Sure” she said slowly rising to her feet “Follow me”.